quadraphonic tragedy

i think i was the only person in the room who wasn't completely dazzled by the "quadraphonic" exhibition of flaming lips. it said it was a "listening party". well, dude, parties are not interrupted between tracks, and guests are not forced to listen to page after page of pretentious i-used-to-be-in-public-speaking-club ravings explaining what each song meant: either personally, spiritually, or just best guesss based on the lyrics.

the breakdown of why i didn't like it:

the physical discomforts
a) the guys on the upper railings kept flashing lights directly into my luscious, dainty retinas
b) it involved lots of walking around aimlessly between 'worlds' (read: speakers). this was positive in one way only: that i could scope out the disagreeable gathering of dreadlocked, shaved-head, emo idiots who bopped and 'whisped' and stung-by-bees-danced by.
c) it was too hot and halfway through i had to excuse myself to the washroom to worm out of my tights which were under my pants.

the spiritual discomforts:
a) sure, the music was better than not- i like the flaming lips. who doesn't? but watching unattractive people sway and march around is only so amusing for so long. not conducive to longterm engagement.
b) so many people i totally didn't like at all. at all. god bless charles & rhianna.
c) people would not. stop. saying. "quadraphonic".

as far as "parties" go... if i went to a party that tried to pull the same interruptive, disinteresting, watch unappealing people etc crap? i would walk out. whether or not they had good music on the stereo.

the silver lining was i got to imagine kissing marc's belly between psychotic, adorable rants like he were the seal and i were the grizzly man, featured in one segment of the 'found footage festival'...

mwah mwah mwah!
"i would die for you!"
mwah mwah mwah!
what's that? you want me to swim north with you?
mwa mwah mwah!
you do?!
mwah mwah mwah!
but i don't have blubber!
mwah mwah mwah!
i bet you'd feed me too, wouldn't you!
mwah mwah mwah!